Captain Uriah had taken good care to preserve his precious bag of pearls.
If he never left the isle they would of course be of little value to him. But he hoped to do this.
“I’ll save them, anyway,” he had declared. “If I ever get back to civilization the money will come handy.”
Barney and Pomp were extremely disconsolate.
The loss of the Dolphin was to them a most serious matter.
“I done tell yo’ we am gwine fo’ to starve on dis yere old island!” affirmed Pomp, confidently. “I done feel it in mah bones.”
“Begorra, it’s an awful place to be found dead in!” declared Barney, moodily. “Be me sowl! I’m that lonesome I cud cry me eyes out!”
Two days slipped by.
The storm had drifted away to the eastward and was over. The sun once more shone out clear and bright.
This revived somewhat the drooping spirits of all, and Captain Uriah said: